Castiel's POV

Castiel woke up the next morning, feeling rather content and warm as the first faint rays of sunlight was starting to drift through the windows. He ruffled his feathers, letting out a soft yawn as his eyes began to close again, lazily wrapping his wings around the boy laying beside him. He nestled his head against Dean's neck, only for his eyes to open and a blush to spread across his face.

Slowly, so he wouldn't wake Dean, began untangling his now visible wings from around the sleeping male. Castiel could feel his heart starting to race. He didn't want Dean to wake up and see them. At first, he wondered if he could make his wings invisible again, but he had a bit of a problem. No matter how much he tried, it didn't work.

They won't disappear? Castiel thought with a slight wave of panic, looking around for his trenchcoat. It was laying on the edge of his bed. He took a deep breath, trying at first to inch away from Dean, but he was leaning on him. Any move would wake the boy.

So Castiel took a deeper breath and prepared himself before sliding quickly from the couch. He was over at his bed before Dean's head had even reached the arm rest, throwing it over his wings. He heard Dean let out a groan as his head hit the armrest, protesting at Castiel's sudden movement. "What are you doing moving around so early?" Dean growled in annoyance.

Castiel didn't turn around until he had the trenchcoat buttoned. The feathers rubbed uncomfortably against his bare back, but he ignored it, meeting the eyes of the green-eyed boy. "I'm sorry." Castiel said, not bothering to make up an excuse. It's not like Dean would believe him anyways.

"Yeah, yeah. You better get me some coffee to make up for this." Dean said, his hedgehog hair sticking up in odd angels. Castiel felt a lurch in his chest, caught once again by the beauty of Dean Winchester. Dammit father, why did you insist on creating such a beautiful human?

"Whatever Winchester" Castiel replied evenly managing to tear his eyes away from the boy and move to the kitchen to make the coffee. Dean let out a loud groan, as if the thought of getting up was the worst possible thing he could do. But, Castiel was reassured by Dean's thoughts, which were filled with amusement and comfort as he followed after the angel.

It didn't take Castiel long to finish making the coffee, and as he poured the hot liquid into two mugs, freezing as he felt a presence behind him. Dean was reaching from under his arm, grabbing one of the mugs, his breath ghosting the back of his neck. Dean must have not thought anything of it, as he moved away and his thoughts remained clear, though Castiel was shaking from such a close contact. Just because his father wanted him to make friends didn't mean that he was suddenly comfortable with it.

"Hey, this doesn't taste half bad. It's almost drinkable." Dean said jokingly as he sipped on his coffee, sitting at the table. Castiel leaned against the counter, watching him as he drank from his own drink. Of course, the coffee didn't really taste that good to him; it tasted like molecules. It was when he finished it that he began coughing, the words on the bottom of the mug freaking him out for a moment. 'You have just been poisoned.'

Dean began breaking down in laughter, making Castiel cough again to hide his embarrassment. He crossed his arms over his chest, frowning. "That's not funny, Dean." The Angel replied, though a smirk played on the corner of his lips. Dean only shook his head, his laughter slowly dying down.

"Oh, you know it was good. I didn't think you would ever fall for it." Dean said, beginning to laugh again. Gabriel couldn't help but laugh as well. Dean's laugh was infectious. Eventually, their laughter died down, and Castiel sighed, running his hand over his trenchant before going to get dressed for classes.

"Hey, do you want to skip for today? We can go to this skating rink I saw in town when I first got here." Dean asked, grinning. Castiel looked at him, narrowing his eyes in confusion. On the second day? Really, Dean?

" We can't skip class. It's only the second day. Plus, I've never been skating." Castiel said softly, starting to collect some clothes. He heard Dean let out a dramatic gasp, ignoring him as the Angel walked to the bathroom to change.

When he came back out, he was freshly dressed in a button down shirt and black pants, his trenchcoat on as usual. He was instantly bombarded by Dean who, freshly dressed, grabbed the blue-eyed boy by the wrist and dragging him out the door.

"There's no way I'm letting you go to class now. You haven't even been skating before. That's a nightmare!" Dean exclaimed as he dragged him. Castiel went to protest, but he was distracted with trying to keep his footing. No wings made it harder to balance.

As they reached the cool air outside, both of them took a breath, the air misty and ghosting around then. Castiel shivered, though Dean didn't seem to notice as he continued dragging him towards the parking lot. They were both shivering by the time they reached what Castiel figured to be Dean's car.

It was even impressive to Castiel, who wasn't that in to cars. It was slick black, and had an air of of importance, as if Dean's personality had rubbed off on it. Castiel looked over at the green-eyed male, who was watching him expectantly, as if he were waiting for what Castiel thought.

"Nice car." Castiel said, smiling genuinely. Dean beamed, making Castiel's heart flutter. It felt good to make the boy with the troubled mind smile.

"Thanks, she's a '67 Chevy Impala. I fixed her up when my dad passed away." Dean said, a bit of guilt lingering on his face as he patted the car's side affectionately. Castiel  could feel tendrils of Dean's mind reaching out to Castiel, as if he was aware that the angel could see into his mind. Castiel was appalled at the thought of Dean knowing, but forced himself to relax. It was common for humans to reach for comfort with their mind when they were upset.

So Castiel let his own mind drift into the waiting thoughts of Dean, feeling a wave of surprise when the boy clutched to his presence like it was life, thoughts of a man rushing through their link. Castiel shivered as he saw the yelling, hitting, drinking, a younger male yelling back. He watched as Dean tried to keep his family together, almost pleading with such a desperation in his voice. That night, he watched as the younger make, who Castiel assumed was Dean's brother, walk out the door, Dean getting into an argument with him about the college, and only to see Dean sign up as soon as his brother left.

"You went to college just for your brother?" Castiel asked before he could stop himself. His eyes widened in shock as he realized what he said, and a wave of panic rushed through his chest. Dean, however, didn't seem to hear him, as he was rubbing his head, a glazed look in his eyes.

"Let's get going, or we'll never get to the rink." Dean said, his voice seeming out of it, as if he was distracted. Castiel didn't argue and slid into the passenger seat, watching as Dean got in as well. With a start of the car, Dean took off from the parking lot and down the road.

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Castiel huffed as he finally got the skates on, the heavy weight on his feet strange and annoying to him. He tried to stand, only to fall back on the bench with a huff. Deciding to just sit for now, he looked around.

Dean had been right. The skating rink was a rather impressive place, with high ceilings, clean floors, and upbeat music. Castiel could see the appeal of the building. He didn't get to look around much more, only able to note there were only two other people here before Dean skated in front of him.

"Ready? Dean asked, grinning at the Angel. Castiel nodded, but stayed sitting. He didn't want to fall back onto the bench again and embarrass himself. Dean tipped his head, his eyebrows burrowing. "Aren't you gonna stand? You can't skate sitting down."

Castiel shifted in his spot, looking at the floor, feeling heat starting to spread across his face. "I can't stand." Castiel said, expecting Dean to laugh. He felt a gentle hand take his arm and looked up as Dean carefully hoisted him to his feet.

The second he was fully upright, Dean let go, which led to Castiel's feet almost instantly try and go out from beneath him. He grabbed on to Dean tightly, struggling to remain on his feet. Dean grabbed his waist, slowly steadying him enough to where he wasn't trembling.

"You okay?" Dean asked, his voice soft and kind as he kept a close hold on the Angel, just above his hip bones. Castiel blushed, nodding. He didn't let go though. He wasn't ready to try again just yet. Dean seemed to catch on, as he kept a tight hold on him as he slowly skated backwards, pulling the Angel into the rink.

Castiel felt a new wave of fear as the carpet got changed with slick wood. His feet slipped again, but with Dean holding onto him, he kept his balance, slowly growing used to the feeling. Dean continued skate backwards, moving around the rink in a slow pace. He was smiling, but it got even wider as Castiel began shifting his feet, trying to match Dean's movements.

Soon, Dean slowly loosened his grip on Castiel, letting his hands hover just above his skin should he fall. Castiel felt safe like that, and he tried the best he could. It was difficult for him, more so than he knew it should have been. Then he remembered, his wings were what helped him balance, and with them tucked under his trenchcoat, he was like a cat without a tail.

"Are you good?" Dean asked, a smile still on his face, mixed with a small look of triumph though. Castiel nodded and Dean moved his hands away completely before speeding up a little bit, still going backwards.

Castiel would never admit how much he missed those hands holding him.

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Castiel laid on his bench as Dean took off his skates, the Angel 's skates already off and his shoes back on. His legs were absolutely sore. He waited until he heard Dean grunt before slowly sitting up, seeing the male standing beside him.

"Too much for us?" Dean asked with a smirk. Castiel huffed in response, standing up in protest, only to fall into Dean as his legs gave out from under him. Instantly, Dean's hands were on him and he felt his heart begin to rush.

"Maybe it was too much." Dean commented, sounding genuinely worried. Castiel, in an attempt to have some dignity, pushed himself onto his fleets, though he still had to use to Dean for balance.

"I'm fine. I was just caught of guard." Castiel said, trying to fight his blush. He looked anywhere but at Dean, his eyes meeting the two people he had saw earlier. They were watching Dean and Castiel, giggling and whispering to each other. Castiel blushed bright red, and Dean must have noticed, because his gaze followed Castiel's.

Castiel pushed off Dean as the boy's mind began processing and began walking, unable to look at him. He didn't even wait as he walked into the parking lot and got into Dean's car, still trying to fight his blush. Once again, he felt perfectly safe in the Impala, still caught off guard on how strong and bright Dean's would must be in order to rub off onto the vehicle like that.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the door open and looked over, seeing the vaguely concerned look on Dean's face. Castiel bit his lip, looking out the window in an effort to seem unbothered by anything.

"You okay?" Dean asked, sliding into the car and starting the engine. Castiel glanced over at him as they pulled out on to the road, taking a deep breath.

"I'm fine." Castiel said, shifting in his seat so his wings fit more comfortably. He didn't want Dean to know how awkward he had been with those two at the skating rink staring at them. It made him feel as if he was...together with Dean, and that idea was definitely not a thought an angel should ever have.

Dean didn't reply, though he didn't looked that convinced. Castiel's thought went back to what he had been thinking before previously, curiosity running through his body. He took a deep breath, ignoring the curious looks for Dean. He bowed his head, so the green-eyed boy couldn't see his eyes beginning to glow blue.

After a minute, letting his mind sink into the spiritual realm, he looked out the window, seeing the fleeting souls of people on the street. Deeming his powers satisfying, he slowly turned towards Dean, though he had to look away after a second.

Dean's soul was a brilliant green, shining so bright it was pure white in the middle, almost as bright as an angel's soul. The leaf green of the edge of his soul was spreading throughout the car, as if the tendrils were permantly connected. That's when a golden brown color caught his eyes. Though not covering the car like Dean's did, the bits of soul was still there and prominent if he really looked.

In an instant, Castiel snapped back to the real world, a little gasp escaping his lips. He looked at Dean with wide eyes, who was watching the road intently. His soul is so beautiful... He thought, feeling a little bit lost and jealous. It was as if his soul was drawing him back in, to touch it with his own. It was a rare process, as angel's usually don't get attached to things enough to soul meld, but for some reason, Castiel just felt the need to.

Oh father, what would happen if Michael found out?